Sunday, June 11, 2017

Freud strikes again

There is this old story I heard a long time ago that speaks for itself a lot.Back in the good old days when town had gates and elders received strangers

A man entered a village and went to the gate on the edge of
town, where he was welcomed by the wise man of the village.

The visitor said,

“I am deciding whether I should move here or not. I’m wondering what kind of neighbourhood
this is.

Can you tell me about the people here?”

The
old wise man said,

“Tell me what kind of people lived where
you came from.”

The visitor said,

"Oh, they were highway robbers, cheats and liars.”

The wise man said,

“You know, those are exactly the same kinds of people who live here.” The
visitor left the village and never came back.

Half
an hour later, another man entered the village. He sought out the wise old man
and said, “I’m thinking of moving here. Can you tell me what kind of people
live here?”

Again the old man said, “

Tell me what kind of people lived where you came
from.”

The visitor said,

“Oh, they were the kindest, gentlest, most compassionate, most loving people. I
shall miss them terribly.

The old man answered, “

Those are exactly the kinds of
people who live here, too.”

other versions:

In the town I am from, everyone is very critical of one another. The neighbourhood is rife with gossip. It's a really negative place to live and I'm glad to be leaving it. It's not a very nice place to live at all."

"I'm from a lovely town. Everyone there is really close and always willing to help their neighbours out with whatever needs doing. There's always a cheery hello and thank-you everywhere you go.